I am always perplexed when people ask me for advice. I mean, it’s not like I have my life together. It really boggles my mind when it’s relationship advice. I haven’t been in a relationship in so long that it’s not funny. Is it because I am almost an impartial observer? Is it because they need a shoulder to cry on, a back to lean on, or someone to get something off their chest to? Is it my brains and my empathy that they seek?
I try not to give advice if it’s not requested, because I don’t want to overstep my bounds with anyone. Then I guess some people may be nervous to talk to me about anything because there are some days I don’t talk to anyone, and others when I don’t shut up. But I do keep a lot of stuff to myself, so no worries there. I’ve always been that person for so many people. Sometimes, though, I wish I had someone to spill my guts to, but I am afraid to scare someone else with the true inner workings of my mind.
Maybe someday, but that’s what a diary is for, right?